A Split Second - Flesh
This is when your fleshCrimson and pale
Withers behind the blackened veil
The vacant flesh
A petrifying look, the choice is easy
The outcome always the same
The shortest way to cardiac arrest
The flesh that dreams are made of doesn't last
This when you turn
To sanctimonious rituals
The duty of the beast
Written by:
CHRISMAR CHAYELL, MARC HENDRICKX
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